Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-05-04

followed Bessie Latting felt no more
water and sky and lake breezes, and
the dark eyes, that looked sometimes
into her own.
The Searles were always together,
and none of their fellow passengers
dreamed Of the stakes Of happiness
and peace for which the wife was play
ing.
Searle was attentive to Bessie, walk
ing with her and talking with her
often, and once while they were all
staying BIT a, little village up on the ST.
Lawrence somewhere, he took her out
rowing for half day. But Puss went
with them, and Sue, tired with g. weary
days struggle for faith and courage,
saw with secret pleasure that Bessie
came home petulant and fatigued, de.
clarlng that rowing was not at all nice.
The days slipped away quietly aid
Sue was beginning to long for the end OF
it all. One night in Quebec her nus
band came to her where she was sit
ting alone on little balcony of their
hotel. "Sue, DEAR" said he, 81 am
homesick. Let us GO home" He sat
down beside her and took her hand.
She put her other over his. "You
have a fever, Harry" she said. 81
thought there was no malaria here"
She stood up and put her cool hand
on his forehead.
"Don't think So" said he. cit is
warm and / have been walking"
"Have Bessie and Puss gone to their
room"
eyes"
; Com. 90 in, Harry y please, and let me
"'Nonsense, Sue! No, thank you, l
mean"
He rose and drew her hand through
his arm. "You come in" he COM
manded, Sand pack your trunk. We
are going home by train tomorrow.
l am tired of all this"
Sue went to her room without g.
word and made ready for the NOR
rows journey. There was a. soft sweet
look in her blue eyes as she kissed her
sleeping children before she went to
rest
"I'm glad to be at home, home,
home" murmured the delirious man,
turning his large, bright eyes upon the
little blonde woman IN an apron who
crept with q frightened face to give
him his medicine, "but this isn't home.
Where is Sue?"
"Mrs. Searle is lying down." whis.
pered Bessie.
"Resting? Well, well. Home, home,
home. Your hand is very small and
soft, Bessie. Are you happy? Go
away, go away. Sue, Sue!"
Mrs. Searle came quickly through
the doorway across the darkened
room, and knelt down beside the low
bed, lifting her husbands head, quiet
ing him with her gentle touch, and
kissing the fevered brow.
He closed his eyes for q moment.
When he opened them his gaze rested
upon Bessie. He clasped his wife's
hand firmly, looking at the young girl
with a single pitying and sorrowful ex-
preston. "Go away, child" he said,
turning his head toward Sue. He fell
asleep shortly, and Sue knelt there be-
side him alone far into the midsum.
mer night. At last heopened his eyes.
''Sue," hesaid softly. She saw that
he knew her.
eyes, Harry, DEAR" she whispered.
care we at homer"
eyes"
"Will you forgive me?"
She looked into his eyes without g.
word.
He put his thin hand up against her
thin face. 81 believe my wife has fall
en- in love with me-" smiling family.
"Stop talking, Harry, Take. your
medicine" But she couldn't help ask
ing just for q sound of the sweet as
surance his eyes were giving her.
"What about my husband ?"
''He is q madly infatuated fellow,
Sue, and it's hopeless for him. He is
just beginning to understand his
wife"